Jiang Cheng patted Yu Xiaoxiao's palm to reassure her, then called out to the lead security guard.
Jiang Cheng took the man's phone and Alipay account and transferred four hundred thousand yuan to him as a tip for their hard work.
Looking at Zhang Yu, who'd been beaten black-and-blue, Jiang Cheng smiled in satisfaction. 'Good work—split the money among yourselves.'
The middle-aged head guard glanced at the Alipay transfer, then bowed and bared a mouthful of tobacco-stained teeth in a fawning grin. 'Young master, rest easy—we've got it covered. We'll handle everything that follows; we're old hands at this.'
Their company had plenty of methods for dealing with anti-fans, and the guards were thoroughly practiced at it.
If anyone asked, they'd say the guy had come to make trouble; no big deal.
Ignoring Zhang Yu's howls, Jiang Cheng led Yu Xiaoxiao to the car, satisfied.
'Xiaoxiao, are you off work?'
Yu Xiaoxiao nodded. 'Sorry, Jiang Cheng. I only came to finish my hand-over today; I'd packed up and was leaving when he showed up. To keep him from making a scene at the office I went to the quiet riverside, but he was still so shameless—troubling you again.'
Jiang Cheng stroked her silky hair and sighed. 'Tell me anything from now on. Leave Zhang Yu to me.'
Used to being independent since childhood, Yu Xiaoxiao flushed under his pampering. 'Okay, I will.'
After seeing her to the company car park, Jiang Cheng opened the system interface.
He had just received a system notification.
Ding! Detecting extreme emotional fluctuation in the Host. To dispel your worries, the system gifts you a Private Security company.
The Private Security company will resolve any daily hassles for the Host. Contact the operatives for discreet, professional handling.
Personnel profiles have been stored in the system; the Host may review them at any time.
Relevant contact details have been added to the Host's phone…
All communications between the Host and personnel will be encrypted and saved by the system.
Reading the prompts, Jiang Cheng grinned.
The system had clearly sensed his intentions.
Moments earlier, all sorts of plans had flashed through his mind.
Yet the system had instantly delivered a security company to handle them.
Browsing the operatives' profiles, Jiang Cheng found hidden dragons and crouching tigers—any one of them could effortlessly eliminate Zhang Yu.
He didn't overthink it; a company bestowed by the system was guaranteed reliable.
After reviewing, he assigned the Zhang Yu task and paid it no more mind.
Nor did he ask how they planned to deal with Zhang Yu.
He only cared about the final result.
Once sent, Yu Xiaoxiao pulled up behind him in a pink Lamborghini.
The two super-cars set off in convoy toward the city centre.
Jiang Cheng followed at a leisurely pace; the two flashy supercars kept their lane—no one dared cut in between.
Yu Xiaoxiao had been running around non-stop the past few days over office-site selection.
At first they'd disagreed on the location.
Several sites Yu Xiaoxiao picked were vetoed by Jiang Cheng for being too remote.
In the end she followed his advice and chose the 58th floor of Lujiazui's World Financial Center.
Blending both their ideas, she settled on a 1,000-plus-square-metre studio—neither too large nor too small.
It had been a branch office of a multinational firm; after poor performance, the company withdrew from the Chinese market entirely.
Yu Xiaoxiao loved its sleek, stylish décor—perfect for an entertainment company—so she sealed the deal.